So this will be the last time I preview an excerpt from my Christmas FemDom story, before it comes out next week. So I figured I'd make this one a downright naughty one. So if you're offended by butt plugs and a woman knowing what she wants, feel free to skip mine this week. I won't be offended. As Lynn likes to say...there are various degrees and levels of sexiness. Which means if my cup of sexy this week isn't for you...maybe one of the other talented authors in the group will be more to your taste. Just check the list at the bottom.
Set-up: The power-struggle has begun as Lily and Kyle embark on their first true BDSM scene.
He rocked back, groaning as more of the plug slipped inside of him. "You make that sound like it's a bad thing." He closed his eyes, his legs trembling as his ass finally clamped down on what he assumed was the base of the plug.
"If you only knew." She tapped the plug, jarring it and causing it to rub against his gland. Jolts of sensation pooled in his groin. It wouldn't take much to make him come, he realized. "But there will be no coming for you tonight, until you submit to me, Kyle."
Then she was gone - taking her heat and weight away. At first he laid there, trying to absorb what had happened. Why had she left? She’d felt so good pressed against him. “Are you ready to continue, slave?”
What she was meant became apparent to his lust fogged brain. The scene. She wanted to know if he was ready to continue the scene. Focusing took some work but he finally managed to push off the couch and stand on his shaking legs. He was barely aware of the robe dropping back down around his thighs as he took in the determination on her face. His fists clenched in reaction. His 'in control, dominating mistress' was back. No more soft words and gentle touches. His pulse soared in reaction.
“Front and center, Kyle.”
He obeyed and moved forward – one step at a time. The pressure of the plug inside him made every move slow but sensual. Each step he took to where she was standing a few feet away, sent a new surge of pleasure through him. When he came to a stop, she gave him a mocking smile. "Are you ready to submit, slave?"
Taking his cue from her, he shook his head. "Nope, not yet."
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